in sips of his emotions and savoring them, before sending my feelings to him. How much it killed me to walk away, how loved I felt in my last moments with Stavros and Zach. And how much I never wanted to leave Kais' side after chasing the nightmares away.
“Deyva,” he groaned in return, loosening his grip on my horn. His hand remained in my hair, fingers surrounding the horn’s base. “I mean it. You can’t ever fucking leave us. I told you. I told you I couldn’t take it if I lost you.”
“I won’t.” My hips pressed back, dragging my pussy along the length of his cock. “And I mean it too. Punish me how and whenever you want. I deserve it, Kais. I was stupid to think I could keep Kimaris away.”
“You were thinking of us.” His fingers stroked through my hair now, leaning over me to the point of nearly being able to kiss me. “Not just us, but the whole town. You were willing to turn yourself over to Hell for humanity. That’s not stupid at all.” His fist closed in my hair with a growl, aggressive thrusts bouncing off my ass again. “And I would have marched after you myself and shot a bolt through Kimaris' fucking eye.”
“Az said as much,” I sighed, meeting each thrust with a backward press of my hips. “But here’s a question.”
“Hm?” He tugged on my hair, pulling me back just enough to drop a kiss on my forehead.
“Were you going to let me come after you’re done punishing me?”
He laughed heartily, delivering a swat to my ass with the cross that made me yelp. “Keep going and see, Daisy.”
He picked up speed, our breaths and crashing of flesh the only sounds reverberating in the church. I gasped when I again felt the smack of the cross against my ass. Kais wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, squeezing with light pressure on the sides as he brought his mouth to my ear.
“Call me Father again,” he rasped. “And maybe the good girl will be allowed to come.”
“Yes, Father,” I cried, melting at the careful control he wielded over me. I was over two-thousand years old and powerful enough to kill demons, and this mortal man made me want to submit to him. “Please, Father. I’ll be good—oh, fuck!”
Kais slid the cross underneath me and pressed the flat side of it against my clit. His thrusts rocked me back and forth over it, the pressure unrelenting.
“Oh Father, please!” My hands curled around the top of the pew as I absorbed him, his thick cock swelling and turning to steel inside me. “Grab my horns, please Father!”
I expected another swat on my ass for that, but Kais did as I asked. His hand wrapped around the base of the opposite one he held earlier, and he used it to fuck me deeper, harder. That sensation was the final catalyst for me to explode, pleasure shooting from my clit to all my extremities, even my horns.
“Oh God,” Kais roared, his hips still snapping forward. “Feed, Deyva, fuckkk…”
His release spilled deep inside me and I took some, using the energy of his orgasm to heal my shoulder and where my ribs were still sore, but left the red marks on my ass alone.
We slid to the floor, a sweaty, tangled mess of arms and legs. He leaned his back against the pew and hauled me into his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was soothing enough to put me to sleep, the salty taste of his sweat intoxicating.
“You get enough?” he grunted, lips brushing over my forehead.
“Mm-hm.” I nuzzled into his chest, dragging my hand over his stomach. “I should save some for Stav and Zach anyway.” I sighed, sagging against him as I looked at the sunbeams on the church floor. “They must be up by now. They’re going to be so upset.”
“Good thing I got to you first.” Kais smoothed a hand over my red ass, admiring his work. “They could never punish you like this.”
“Their sad faces will be punishment enough.” I pushed myself up to standing, extending my hands to Kais.
I thought he’d do some macho thing and stand up on his own, but to my surprise, he accepted my outstretched hands and used them to pull me into his chest. Bringing a hand under my jaw, he tilted my face up and pressed a deep, possessive kiss to my mouth.
“I love you too, Deyva,”